Happy Days

I am so happy today. I am getting off from school- Thanksgving Break. One of my favorite people, the Nanny, came to school today and we got to remienise on old memories. Dear Nanny, we miss you and love you. ('Josie's favorite actor is Josie in bed.'--> happy, funny memory I said I would put in the blog).

Okay so that comment, above, was about a week ago. School can really send your emotions into wack. I got put in study hall because of my physics grade and am working really hard at it now. Oh it is soooooo stressful. I started a couple of songs last night, that I think are going to morph into one song. It is reallly exciting- I am converting my emotions into song- I love it. Of course, I am stressed- it is senior year and I havn't heard from any of my colleges- I want to scream!

I think I am going to make a list out of the things I want to do before I get too old to do them- See Stellatus Sidera (shout out) for hers- it is really cool.

Sorry abou tthe really short post and the fact that they were writen over about an entire week.

Just Talking

So I don't really know what to write about right now. I am sitting in front of the television, on a Saturday morning, relaxing (the first time since school started) and honestly it is the most relaxed I have been in a long time.



School has been great, rough but good. I am SO tired of English though. We are finally starting to study something... I think. Ms. C. could just be trying to trick us all. We have been reading Beowulf by listening to the tapes during class and watching The Thirteenth Warrior. Is that actually studying the book? I don't know if that counts or not, but it is more then we have done before. I am really worried about Physics though. I just really don't get what were are talking about in it right now. I get so confused: there is this guy in my class, I.- He insists on asking questions that he is just asking to brown nose and look really smart, which really ticks me off because I don't get what he is saying and so I don't really understand how to deal with him. I don't want to make him stop because that is not my place, but I feel that one of the reasons I am not doing so hot is because I am so mad, confused, and frustrated every time he makes a comment. I know I can't say anything to him, but oh I wish I could.





I haven't been at the theater for so long now. A Christmas Carol won't come to the stage until after Thanksgiving and The Sound of Music left the stage November 4Th. It has been 13 days since I have been at the theater and I feel like I am having separation problems. I only have another 6 days though. I have passed the long stretch. I am also getting nervous about my college audition. I am supposed to find out if I get into Southern Methodist University at the beginning of December and I am SO nervous. I don't know what to think- if I should be confident or under-confident. I don't want to be disappointed, but I don't want to under estimate myself. Oh the confusion!!!

What Character Am I? (Harry Potter)

Hey guys, I really like this "What Character am I?" stuff. One it's something I like to write about and two, I get to watch new movies, and three, I get to talk about something I actually know about. What Character am I- number 2: Harry Potter (yes, now I have your attention). This new blog is me comparing myself to Harry Potter. As I was dicussing this with my friends they said I am like Hannah Abbot- and I have to say simply that I am offended- simply offended. I am not a Hannah Abbot- I am more daring and creative then Hannah. I am simply embarresed that you all thought of me as a Hannah Abbot before you thought of me as a Ginny Weasley or a Cedric Diggory. Well, since my pride is hurt I feel I will slightly boost it with some 'streched' truths: I think I am most like Cedric Diggory. Diggory is the most talented, handsome, and liked wizard at Hogwarts. Although I am not the smartest or most handsome I do feel that I have some talent. As Cedric Diggory is talented in magic I am talented in the arts (mainly theater and voice). Stop giggling Laura. Alrighty, so I am building myself up a little too much. I am more of a mix between Cedric Diggory and Ginny Weasley and Fleur Delacour. Okay, I know a weird combo, so let me explain. Cedric for his talent and good heartedness, Ginny Weasley for her innocence because, honestly, I am pretty inocent, and Fleur Delacour becuase everyone thinks I am a good student and very talented when actually I am not. Cedric is a talented beauty but I really don't have his smarts or his beauty. Ginny is innocent but I don't have her brothers (even though I really wish I did- but then that might incest). And finally, I think I am like Fleur because she is not as smart and talented as people build her up to be and sometimes because people think she is so talented she miserably fails at being the almighty being that some think she is supposed to be.So ending on that high note, post on Harry Potter- I know a bunch of you know more about Harry Potter then I do, so be sure to comment and let me know what you think.

What Character am I?

So I came up with the most awesome of fantastic ideas. For every now and then I am going to decide which character I am most like. It can be from a movie, a musical, a tv show, or anything (you are welcome to request certain favs). And this time I am choosing the musical Cats. Before you have your fit of laughter let me say that Cats is a very inovative musical, combining lyrical poetry, with dance movement into a show that is entertaining and captivating. Okay- so now I am officially a freak, but I think I knew that before I wrote this blogg. Anyway, for those of you who have not seen Cats, first of all I pity you and your lack of a childhood, Cats is a collection of T.S. Elliot poems put to music and acted/danced out on stage. The music is writen by Andrew Lloyd Webber and it is the longest running musical ever to grace the Broadway stage. There is a particular song in Cats called Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer- these characters in particular are keen for getting in trouble and making mischeif and even though I wish I was like them I am probably not (I would love to be Rumpleteazer though because they have an awesome and when I say awesome I mean REALLY AWESOME dance number- oh I want to be in Cats- dang it: I just admited it, oh goodness, well once again-- off to the crazy house)- I am the more tame rule keeper and story teller- Munkustrap. He tells the story of what is going on and lets all of the new comer cats know what is going on. Now while you are giggling I want you to know that I am fully aware that I am comparing myself to a cat from a musical and that I am proud of it. Yes I am saying that I am proud that I can be compared to a cat. (oh goodness, I really have hit the bottom) Well I am Munkustrap and think that all of you now know it. Ask me what other characters I think I am like from other movies and I will be happy to tell you.

The Day After Yesterday

Thank you all for coming to Kiss Me Kate, it was so much fun for me and even better to see you all there. I hope that you all enjoied it- I know I did. I just had my audition for SMU's school for the arts: Meadow's School of the Arts. I was auditioned by Jim Crawford. He was great- I actually already knew him before he auditioned me. He was in Pride and Prejudice at The Dallas Theater Center and I met him while I was assistant house managing there. As I entered the theater to be auditioned he shook my hand and said, "I know you from somewhere." I, of course, got very excited and started talking about the theater center- luckily he was as excited about the Theater Center as I was. It would have been really akward if he wasn't because then I would just be talking to myself- oh wait, I already do that, and it is akward. LOL. Anyway, I did two monologues, the first from Dream Girl by Elmer Rice and the second from Doubt by John Patrick Shanley. If you have not read Doubt I highly sudgest it. It is a very, very good play. Usually when you audition the person who is auditioning you usually asks you to do something different with your monologues just so they can see you improv, and manipulate something on the spot, but for me he asked me to do a classical monologue. I did not have one prepared for the audition so I had to pull one out from the past. Luckily, I had just done Kiss Me Kate so I did the ending monologue from that show. It was fun, I got to use my school work in my audition. I had so much fun. I thought the audition went really well, but there were so many people auditioning that I have no idea how well it went compared to them. I really do hope that I get into SMU. It is my number one, and it fits me very well as a college. I know I would be staying in Dallas- which might be weird to some people, but my mom already said that if I go there she would change the locks on the doors, so that I wouldn't be able to come home for laundry, food, or cash- isn't she loving. LOL- I love my mom, she is awesome- my rock. My mom and I are a really funny duo. I think as a teenager it is in my contract to not like my mother, and honestly I would rather hang out with my mom then anybody. She is a blast, and I tell her everything. I love my mother to death. It is going to be weird in college without her. I don't know. I will probably be calling home daily to check in. I bet at one point she will tell me to stop calling so that I can actually get a college experience. She says she wants me to study abroad at least for one semester- I agree. I would really like to study in England for the theater and so that I could spend time with my family in England. I havn't seen them in years and my parents speak of them so fondly. Anyway, please pray for me and my college decision. I really want to go to SMU but please pray more that the Lord will lead me where he wants me to go. I just want to be obedient and if the Lord wants me to go to SMU I am more then happy to follow there but if he dosn't it is going to be more then impossible for me to say no to SMU. LOL. I know he will lead me down the right path- it is just difficult to see which way that is. He will let me know when the time is right.
For everyone in school who is doing the Econ project- do you understand the Finacial Plan, because I DON'T and I am having SERIOUS problems. I think I am just going to have to turn the project in tomorrow incomplete. It is going to be really bad. Ugh! Well Econ is killing me, but I am just really happy that this past week is over, now I can breath... untill A Christmas Carol opens at the Dallas Theater Center then my life turns upside down and inside out... again. Oh well, I keep going back because I love it. So, I know it will be fun. This weekend has actually been the most relaxing I have had yet. I hope everyone gets to get some rest as well.

The short version:
-Kiss Me Kate
-College auditions
-My mom is AWESOME
-Econ project... sucks!

Senior Angst

Hello everyone,
I know I havn't posted in a little while- sorry. I have gotten notices (e-mails, text messages, and voicemails) about my slow writing, but there is nothing I can say other then- I try to produce the best blogg every time and it takes a while for me to make the creative juices turn. Now to buissness:
College applications were due yesterday and I sent in my number one. It was so sureal to send it in. Now my future at my number one school is up to the admissions council- in other words, it is completely out of my hands and there is nothing more I can do to help myself. For everyone's entertainment here is my essay that I sent in with my application:

Dear Diary, October 13, 2007
This morning is unbelievable. My roommate, Danielle, decided that she is going to make breakfast for me. She is even ordering a mail order butler! Sitting up in my queen sized, four poster bed, I took the silver tray containing my scrambled egg, 3 bacon strips, steaming bowl of grits, and warm glass of English breakfast tea, from my mail order, Herbert. Herbert is dressed in a tux, with tails, and a vest. I get out of bed after finishing my breakfast and put on my usual apparel: jeans and a tee-shirt. Shockingly as I am glancing in the mirror, I realize I am wearing Danielle's jeans- and she is a size 4! Somehow magically in the night I had dropped 25 pounds. I had dropped the freshmen 25 before I even gained it. Who knew that college could be so rewarding? Standing outside my dorm is Albert, my driver, with a golf cart, ready to drive me to my first class of the day. I am arriving at my first class, World History 101, 10 minutes ahead of time so I can get a seat that is appropriately discreet--not right in front of the lectern stand. This is the only class I am dreading. I am frightened because I think that all expected one hundred students will be inspired, loud history fanatics, just like the old boring teacher will be. Stepping into the conference room, I am flabbergasted. There are only 5students and my teacher, a handsome, young, and recent art history graduate from Oxford University, and happened to be one of the most beautiful people ever (plus he is British!). He looks like the love child of Ewan McGreggor and Scarletta Johansen: beautiful blonde hair, the body of a dancer, and the eyes of Elijah Wood. I am stopped in my tracks, and have to remind myself that my mouth is not a gaping hole and that everyone probably does not want to see it. This is going to be a great day.
Dear Diary, October 13, 2007
I wake up to the aroma of body odor, and foot scum- The socks and dirty tee-shirt my room-mate, Danielle, who preferred to be called Danny, had thrown off and put right next to my head the night before, are covering the abrasive neon readout on my blinking alarm clock. The only thing I want to do to the screaming alarm clock is ram it against the wall and make it stop shouting. I move to grab it, and catching a small glimpse of the time, I realize I have, by luck, woken up 7 minutes before my first class. I struggle to sit up in my single bed with the missing springs that had sunk so low I might as well have slept on the floor, and find that breakfast would be no more than a Slim Fast Optima (at least it was chocolate) and a three day old banana, that is trapped under Danny's laundry basket- yum. So I struggle into my sweat pants, tee- shirt, and sweat shirt. I run down the four flights of stairs and get onto the front steps of my dorm. The sun is beating down hard, so I try to take my sweat shirt off. As I pull the wrinkled, poly-blend mess over my head I hear from the depths of cloth, whooping, and cat calls. I don’t understand why until my struggle with the sweat shirt is finally over, and I realize that my sweatshirt had taken my shirt captive, and I am standing in the middle of the boulevard with nothing more than my black bra, and sweat pants on. Much to the amusement of everyone in the quad and on the ground, my bare stomach is exposed to the campus, forever to be posted on the cell phone memories, and digital camera cards. Unfortunately when I get to my class tired, disgruntled, embarrassed, and five minutes late, I have to take the seat located three feet from the teacher's lectern. So I take the walk of shame down the auditorium steps, followed by cheers and claps of those who have seen my magnificent performance that morning on the boulevard. I even hear a, 'Nice bod," which I return with a cold look, but am secretly pleased. My teacher is older than the first Guttenberg Bible and smells of moldy cheese and moth balls. I pull out my lap top to start taking notes on what I think is the French and Indian War, but ends up being the Spanish American War, when I realized I have left my power cord in my dorm room and after 16 minutes of feverish note taking, I am forced into an existence of writer's cramp and pen refills. When the final minutes of class approached, I have to approach the teacher and explain my reasons for being late. This is going to be a very, very bad day. “I want my mommy.”

Ultimately my future is unknown to anyone. I have hopes and dreams of what it could be, and fears of what it might fail to become, but there is no way of knowing what my life will be. My hopes and aspirations are what carry me through the days. The tribulations and trophies are what shape my present and future. Even though these two situations may never come true (and that might be a blessing on both ends) I am simply a girl full of hopes and good intentions. I can neither be a princess nor a fool, but only myself- the best me I can be.

I know it is long but I thought you would enjoy it. I thought it was fun.
Halloween was a blast. I got to hang out with my mom while answering the door and we got to catch up. She just got home from Italy and we havn't really caught up. It was so much fun to talk with her. Ultimately this week has been pretty good. Other then the play everything has been going well. I am really woried about the performance next week. I am afraid it is not ready and will crash and burn. I know it wont but the end is not nearly as flowing as the begining. I hope that the pace will pick up at some point. Oh goodness- I hope it starts to form better at the end. Oh well. See you then.

The Short Version:
-Sorry about the slow post
-My college essay
-Talking with my mom
-Worry about the show
-By the way- I don't have a date... still

Senior Days

I am so tired. It is so hard for me to stay awake during class. I have the worse habit of falling asleep during eighth period. It is not that my teacher is really boring- he is actually really fun- Physics with L- but it happens to be that I get really tired, his classroom is particually hot, and I am a senior. So I fall asleep (in the front row) and have a hard time catching up. I have to admit though that it is really easy to fall asleep when a certain someone asks stupid questions- tripping over words, mixing up equations, and not making any sense to any one in the class including the teacher. Anyway--- I fell asleep in physics today, and tried to make it look like I didn't. I tried to wake myself up slapping my face, propping my eyes open, and basically trying everything that could keep me awake short of throwing a bucket of ice water over my head. But, guess what happened again- I fell asleep. I can't help it. I am just glad that my teacher records the class lectures. So I woke up about five minutes later and realized that it wouldn't be possible to stay awake, so I gave up and fell back asleep. I slept right infront of the teache rand it didn't matter, I just wanted to sleep.

Really random comment (but ironically relevent): I have a button that says "Stay tuned- I might say something interesting at any moment." Ironic- right? By the way shout out to Zanzibar George, Stellatus Sidera, Nanny, and the Cannaday Family. I miss those of you who I don't see often and am so excited about tonight with my others.


The homecoming game is tonight and I know it is going to shock everyone who knows me, but I don't have a date. Okay, so maybe it isn't a shock, but it would be nice to have a date. Anyway--- I probably would do something stupid and make a fool of myself. Isn't that the eternal parodox of dating: Girls wish and wish for a date, so that they can go somewhere with their date, and then when they get the date, they are stuck with it. The girl finds out how strangling the date is and immediatley wants to go back and hang out with her friends. The girl can't talk to her date like she talks to her friends, she is nervous how she acts, and spends an extra hour and a half making sure that every 'impurity' (that really isn't there) is covered up. Of course, I wouldn't know though because I have never been taken on a real date. I have gone places with guys and I definently have flirted with them, but none have ever stuck. I just havn't found 'the guy'. Really sad, I know, but I enjoy my life. There is very little drama and I believe that my relationship with my mother is so good because of that. My best friends move just as slow as I do, and I appreciate that, but it would be nice to not be rejected by a guy- for once for a guy to get it into his head that I am flirting with him. Oh well, that is my rambling rant for one time.

Went to the football game and am back. (Yes, I have been writing this post over the period of the whole day- for those of you who are confuse.) Shout out to my 5th grade buddy K. Great girl! We had a blast. We barely watched the game and walked around and talked the whole time. I never knew that hanging out with someone who is just a little less then half my age could be so much fun. She is a brave, funny, and welcoming little girl. I had so much fun K.

The short version:
- I fall asleep during Physics
- Shout outs
- Homecoming game with K
- I'm dateless... still

Home Alone (not really)

So my parents are gone and they left me in the house, alone, so I thought that I would have a party!!!... Just kidding- I am actually staying with some friends-- and having A BLAST! (And even though I am not having a raving party, I am having a blast.) It is like having three sisters. It is almost a sorority, but unfortunately it is a sorority minus the fraternity boys. No there are no happy boys waiting at my door, but I am still having a blast. (How many times can I say blast in one blog- read on and find out.) I love having three sisters and the family is so welcoming.
The only down fall to living with this family is that I now have to take Juice Plus. It is a pill that pack a billion veggies in one capsule and then a billion fruits in another capsule. If anyone ever offers you Juice Plus, run away. Run away as fast as you can. Juice Plus, although very healthy, has made me so sick to my stomach the past few days. Ugh. I feel nauseated every time I take it. The worst part is that I have to take two in the morning before I go to school so I am nauseated for the first three periods of the day, so until I can get something in my stomach (i.e. food) I feel sick. Run away from Juice Plus and never take it- trust me.
Anyway- school has been hard. I have gotten less then 6 hours of sleep every night, and am having trouble, once again with staying awake during my classes. At least I have tomorrow off from school. I can't wait to sleep in. Whenever holidays come around the corner that is the only thing I can think of- how much sleep I can catch up on. Yeah! More then four hours. LOL.
Theater has been going well. Yesterday we got through an the huge fight sceen without stopping. Yeah!!!

The short version:
-Parents out of town
-Taking Juice Plus- ugh
-School and Theater
-And the total count for the number of times I said blast is... drum roll please... three! Okay, so not very impressive, but you know how it goes, some times the gags don't always work out.

Today at School

So my life pretty much revolves around school, the theater, and softball. Right now I am in a play and there is a lot of stage combat. I feel horrible because really it is me hitting (yes, literally hitting and slapping) the guy playing opposite me. Today was the first day we really started actually putting force behind our smaks and jabs. This guy (I will call him "J" for now), J, happens to be really tall, and well I am not as blessed as he is in the height catagory, so I have to kind of reach, to actually get to his face to slap him. Well the first time we attempted the real slap I actually over calcuated how far I should reach to get to his face and ended up slapping him in the ear and nose (don't worry I also got his cheek too.) He let me know (via the teacher) that he had ringing in his ears because of the slap! I felt horrible! How am I supposed to slap him again after I inflicted long term pain on him...
Well, today we decided to do the same sceen and low a behold- I had to slap him again.
SLAP! (the rest of the cast on stage all "OOOOHHHH"ed in unison, as the pop of the slap echoed across the theater), then to my surprise J (don't worry this is actually in the skript and yes, I will be doing it on opening night) grabbed me by the wrist, yanked me over to him, and started to slap me on the butt (I don't know what Cole Porter was thinking when he wrote that a woman gets SPANKED ON STAGE by a man infront of an audience.) I was so embarresed. I didn't even get to take the anger I got from that scene and lead it into the next scene where I scream my head off and let out all my anger on him. Oh my goodness, I don't think I have ever been hit harder- at least by a guy. After that I went and slowly sat down in a chair to try and regain my dignity. And to think that, that wasn't enough revinge on my slaps J also tackles me to the ground and pins me- with his knee IN MY BACK! What in the world! For some reason I am tortured this season. Oh well, the show must go on- as long as J and I can have ice packs.

My First Time

Hey guys- I started getting some e-mails from friends inviting me to come read their blogs and after reading through the entire body of two of them, I decided that this is something I wanted to do. I used to write in journals and used to keep an electronic journal but now I think that there is no better way for me to post my thoughts then in an online blog. Plus- I will be able to keep up with friends far an near. Don't be nervous to post- I am always happy to hear from everyone and want nothing more then to know what you think of my post, what is going on in in your life, and how I can help. This can be a kind of "Dear Abby" column, if you will. I love to help people who find themselves in sticky situations and although I don't have an answer for every problem sometimes the solution to the problem is just thinking through it. (Very corney and cliche- I know- Just go along with it.) I don't want this to be souly a "Dear Abby" or in this case "Dear Tru" page, I want to keep an online diary, and keep a record of what is going on in my life. I hope everyone enjoys it.